ESSAY June 2023 - Untitled - Jim D., Massachusetts, USA

It’s my pity party I want to host

So I walk along the wintry coast

The foamy sea greets the sandy beach

The former snail homes, within my reach and

The clumps of black seaweed, all doth teach

When I feel unworthy or afraid

Mother Nature’s here to save the day

She whispers something that I quite relish:

It’s good to be a little shellfish 

So why not call on me and ask for kelp?